"Ah.... After that party for Steven...?"

So. A while. In his defense, what the fuck are phantom limb problems.

But enough about that. Hopefully Ginko will get distracted by the sensation of the light in his shoulder instead, however- particularly the gentle warmth it seems to give off against his fingertips. It's the kind of sensation that belongs to a warm spot of sunlight in a cool afternoon, all concentrated into one little area. Yet even as he tries to pull away, the light seems to follow, stuck without the feeling of stickiness.